Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.